Kuro no Maou

The 7th of the month of dawn. We left Carla Mara early in the morning. Using the Transition Magic Formation, not a desert ship.

In the week leading up to getting out of the ground, we looked at how far we would be able to fly with the transfer, and we also asked each country for permission to open the transfer.

At a time like this, it comes alive that Lily's artificial humans (homunculus) were dispatched to various locations where the original monolith was secured.

Meteofall in the Varna Forest Sea, Damask, Adamantoria's capital, Morrigan, the old capital of Farren. In the three places where the original monolith is located, multiple homunculus are kept for surveillance and negotiation at times like this.

If the transfer can't be done or just communicate, we can get them on the ground to move right away.

Fortunately, we can get acquainted with Morrigan as Brigitte the Witch, Breda the First Prince in Damask, and Lionel the Great Fang Family in Meteofall. For one thing, I was in a position for you to listen to me for as long as I could.

"When you can use metastases, it's easy to go around saying hello."

It is a shortening of time as if the long journey to date had been a lie.

The metastasis was more recovery rate than we thought, allowing us to fly the original monoliths of the three countries as soon as possible.

Thanks to this, we went around greeting each other, in turn, from those close to Carla Mara.

Hi, how are you? Thank you for your help in that verse. From now on, I wish I could use the metastasis to deal directly with Carla Mara, etc. … I told her something like that.

On my own, my credibility was somewhere suspicious, so I had Lily prepare a formal diplomatic document stamped with the approval stamp of the Carla Mara Congress and a diplomat who was able to carry it as well.

Documents and diplomats came to me within seven days. I don't know how he did it, but it seems that Lily took less than a day to grasp the council.

I thought this kind of thing would be harder to negotiate due to more roots and interests... but I can't dare pursue what magic I used. Whatever hand Lily used, it was my responsibility to entrust the key. I won't imitate it like I'll wear a kettle later.

Anyway, to each country, they were not treated like bad for one thing, also worth the fact that they had each sold their favors. Full diplomatic negotiations are about to begin, but those of you will be throwing round at Lily.

That's how the moon of dawn ended with greetings around.

We followed Farren's Morrigan home to Sparda.

"Mr. Lily may have forgiven me, but I'm not forgiving you,"

"Neither do I..."

Run the streets through the deep woods, side by side with Fiona and the horses.

The sky is clear and the refreshing morning air is pleasant, but Fiona is slightly in a diagonal mood.

"Mr. Chrono seems vulnerable to pushing, so I'm a little nervous to watch"

It's too true to say anything back.

This is happening because yesterday, when I reunited with Brigitte, it was already given a fervent welcome.

Being able to turn up the heat so far by a dark elf beauty is not a bad thing for a man, but it's not as painful as having someone already decided.

Though I didn't have a direct approach to the boulder like that time, my mental strength was greatly shattered by so many of the obvious temptations and approaches that even I could see that left me wanting a blunt sleigh.

"Fiona, the prince of the dwarf was obsessed."

The result of manipulating Flame Dragon in Damask and returning Flame Oak troops is the monopoly of Fiona alone. In Adamantoria, Fiona is a little hero.

At the Royal Palace, the dignified confession made by First Prince Breda and the figure of Fiona shown turning down directly from the front is new to memory.

When I visited yesterday, although there was no obvious approach to boulders, I could not help but notice that the prince still turned his coveted eye.

"Were you jealous?

"A little."

"Well, fine."

Enjoying such a sweet and sour exchange, we were in a relaxing driving mood and ran down the road leading to Sparda.

The 17th of the month of dawn. After a week or so, we finally got back to Sparda.

Oh, nostalgic home.

But it's longer since I traveled to Carla Mara than I actually lived in the mansion of a cursed accident property I bought in the corner of this aristocratic neighborhood.

Still, this is our home now. Make a grand chest return.

"Welcome back, Master (My Road)"

"Oh, wow."

Open the gate and let in, a bunch of Homunculus deacons & maids standing alongside the slack.

Funny, the only two of our butlers and maids should have been Sebastiano and Rottenmeyer, but why are there so many dozens more?

"By the life of Master Lily, they are the homunculus operating in Sparda. The most elite men allowed to operate outside, supposedly assembled as the Master returns"

"I see."

The activities of Homunculus and the others are also entrusted to Lily. I mean, they were originally created by Lily, and I've never been involved at all, and I've never needed any manpower, so it's been a no-touch. That would have been enough if the butler and the maid had stayed in the mansion one at a time.

But from now on, you're not even going to be that wacky.

"I congratulate you on fulfilling your noble mission. We look forward to your return."

"That's a big deal. If Lily's asking you to do something, you can go back, number one."

"... I didn't know you could remember your name as well as your face, the ultimate honor"

As I was really impressed, I can bow my head respectfully...... it was hard to say that I was actually just discerning it with the 'Knight Sword of Diamonds' on its hips, not the wax I remember my face from.

But Ain't easy to understand the position of the first nine Unit One, the eldest son. Emotional expression is also normal human. It's way beyond Sariel.

He's not dressed in butler clothes, he's wearing cute costumes like a knight, so I guess he didn't just come to us with chore help. Sure, from what I've heard, they're supposed to be doing an experimental unit testing the armament in Shangri-La.

"I have already given you a new life. But we'll talk about that later. Long journey, you must be tired. I was hoping you'd take your time and rest first."

"I'm just relaxing back from Farren, I'm not even very tired, but it's sweet of you to say"

It's evening, and all you have to do is eat and bathe and go to bed, at times like.

While I was exchanging words with Ain, Mary and Marie on horseback, and then Shilo, Saliel's Pegasus, were each drawn by their maids to the stables.

Mary the immortal horse (Nightmare) on my market, which has been shabby for a while, but riding around all the way back to Sparda felt like I was finally back in the mood.

"I'm in the workshop, so call me when you're ready for dinner"

"I will return to maid service as soon as I have dressed"

"Hey, it's the return of the maid chief sheep! Sally, Mi, let's stick it out!

Diving into the front door, they disbanded themselves.

Fiona goes straight to the basement workshop, and Saliel is willing to start working on the maid now, and from the shadows, Sheep take the liberty of riding Miriam out.

This was our routine.

"I guess I'll go back to my room and sort things out..."

It is also a rare time to take your time alone.

Shut up and say no to my accompanying butler and maid, and I headed upstairs to my private room by myself. It's unsettling to be seen beside you all the time.

So, naturally it's my room, so there's no knocking, and all of a sudden I open the door to chatter,

……

In the middle of the room, a small maid stood.

For some reason, hold my pillow.

"Uh, bad, were you cleaning?

If there is a maid in the room in the Lord's absence, there would be no particular reason otherwise.

But in the homunculus and his physique homunculus, who are as similar as cloned humans, this child clearly has a different appearance.

Around the age of Leki or Ursula, he has a small physique. But its gray hair and blue eyes, neat as a doll, are definitely homunculus.

I don't know about childhood... no, it's like my chest is slightly swollen for that... let's not, it's criminal to look too giddy.

"I'm just leaving. You can clean up now. You can go."

……

I don't know, this kid, with no expression but only eyes open, doesn't even move with Pickle staring at me.

It's like a frog stared at by a snake. Oh, what, you don't think you're really too stiff about the horror, do you? You're not supposed to think you're scared of my face or anything because you're a homunculus, are you??

"Are you okay? I'm not feeling well either ------"

"... Jesus, My Lord"

As I finally restarted, the maid girl made a slightly stiff move and, as I said, headed to the door and left the room.

Hold my pillow.

"Do you even do laundry now?

Um, I also felt like lying down for a bit, so I wanted my pillow back... well no.

We need to sweep through the shadow space. I also need to separate what I use, what I don't use, the garbage, and the souvenirs I bought for Simon and Will.

My name is F-0081.

Normally promoted as a member of the weapon's experimental unit 'Sylphide', nearly six months have passed since he began working in Sparda.

I am also finally used to living in your husband's (Road) mansion, which was allowed to be used as a base of activity. Initially, I was so nervous about this mansion with the same divine area that I was likely to graduate just by entering, but while I was here, I also had to perform my duties as a maid.

As a homunculus, and as the servant of God, Lord Chrono, I burn my sense of purpose and get to work. Cleaning and laundry here is a critical task that requires more focus than wearing armor (power armor) to fight monsters.

If one day the work is appreciated, we may also explore the opportunity to clean Master Chrono's room and wash his food.

"--F-0081, order the cleaning of the bedroom of the Lord"

Finally, the time has come.

Currently, a long-awaited directive is issued by the Maid-Length (named) Homncrus Rottenmeyer, who keeps the mansion.

"Today is the scheduled arrival date for Lord's return. It was executed promptly."

Mission understood.

With a loud heartbeat in my chest, I go to my bedroom alone... and step into the divine realm within the divine realm.

"Sooo."

The moment I went in, I breathed unconsciously deeply.

Even in the absence of the Lord, I cannot feel any residual incense, especially in a well-cleaned bedroom.

Still, if you think this is God's bedroom, unspeakable joyful emotions fill your chest.

Oh, I want to feel more, more of this. I want to feel it ————

"... Ha"

Dangerous. Now I'm about to lose consciousness.

You can't come in early, expose yourself to falls, etc. I have to fulfill my mission first.

The cleaning here is exhaustive of bliss.

The joy of being able to serve yourself directly in this sacred place. Reality that I brought you closer to God than usual.

Is this what the feeling of being drunk means? While feeling fluffy and slightly sleepy, the cleaning technique, scattered in with Shangri-La, is performed accurately.

"… Done"

But this better cleaned room doesn't take as long as it does.

Feeling like I'd woken up from a dream in no time, looking uncondescending into the bedroom -- I realized.

"The pillow is off"

Bedmaking is another person's responsibility.

Though the same bedroom, the dimensions of importance are different from the floor where you can just walk on it and the bed where you can lie.

In my position to the extent, the sacred realm, which is not even allowed to be touched, but… in the next moment, My Lord may return.

And if you want a peaceful rest here,

"You can't stay like this"

I can't show you a pillow that's not even two centimeters out of such a prescribed position.

Bedmake deficiencies are an important matter that can greatly shake the loyalty and work of all of us in Homunculus as well as the personnel in charge.

"Emergency and certification. Self-Determine F-0081 Response"

I'll have to do it. An act of transgression is a grave breach, but if it is to preserve the peace of mind of the Lord, it must not be.

I, yes, I just reached for the pillow with a sense of purpose as a homunculus,

"Sooo, ha."

If I noticed, I was holding my pillow and burying my face.

hey, i don't even understand what happened... i refuse to say this is not working well or an unknown error or anything like that...

"Sum."

I don't smell anything. Beautifully laundered, bright white and soft pillows with no dirt at all. Maybe this is brand new that has never been used yet.

Oh, still, how can you feel so uncontrollably?

It's not just emotions. My body gets hot as it burns.

The big chest is about to explode with Bakubaku. When the heartbeat is raised, there is a strong urge like a flame and thunder burst into the depths of the belly at the same time.

I can't control myself ———— This is no way, sexaroid instincts (Priority Code) are rampant ————

"Uh, bad, were you cleaning?

Gachari, and my ears capture the voice, along with the sound of the door opening.

I once witnessed you at Distinyland only once and listened to you, albeit slightly. I couldn't have forgotten, I carved it into the storage circuit stronger than anything else.

The merciful Lord, who has given me permission to live, has decided to abandon me shortly after my birth.

My God, there he is.

Thoughts stop altogether, and they turn bright white, both in your head and in front of you.

The Lord is looking at me. The Lord spoke to me.

And most importantly... seen. This, this is how you look...

"I'm just leaving. You can clean up now. You can go."

Still, my husband's instrumental homunculus instinct faithfully followed the words of a clear order.

Gigigi, and in a stiffer motion than rusty armor, I restart.

"Are you okay? I'm not feeling well either ------"

"... Jesus, My Lord"

Immediately execute the order.

Just concentrate on it, thank you for staining your body, then open the door and go outside.

When I finished closing the door, I still realized I was holding a pillow.

"... cum"

I fell while a weird voice leaked out of my mouth on its own.

Excessive loads are on the brain. Incorrect recognition of reality, a state of confusion.

I just have to force my consciousness to shut down now.

"Medical Soldier"

In diminishing consciousness, I only heard that Rottenmeyer had called for help.

Sorry, mission, it's a failure...